#I think that if Eurylochus lived after that

[mrskillingjoke]

Just a random thought but

How good at carving Has odysseus to be, that Penelope is Testing people with this tree bed!?

Like First of all, it's a fucking living tree, still in the ground, a palace built around it and it never seems to grow Out?

(Just Imagine the bed is Like Up to the ceiling when odysseus arrives Back at Home and He stares at it and then asks Penelope "where you have slept the past years?" And Penelope be Like "in this bed, my dear. I don't have a latter, but every night i Stack Up the furniture to climb on the bed and make myself comfortable in this 18 Inch space between bed and ceiling" and she softly smiling while odysseus is losing His mind about how precious and absolutely bonkers His wife is)

And secondly, does Nobody sees that this is a fucking tree? Like even If nobody Else could have or would have come in her room, the Moment she asked it, it was with the Person in a room that Like Had to See the bed.

If it's Out of a living tree, than the roots of the tree either must have been shown or it's so good carved and perfectly Hidden by the floor that No one can See the roots (who would also grow and destroy the floor etc)

Plus i don't think that either odysseus nor Penelope would get rid of the treetop, that makes this tree a tree and would remind them Always of their First Meeting.

Just Penelope and odysseus looking at their new bed and thinking how normal it Looks and than odysseus showing it to eurylochus and polites and they are Like "why are you showing us a bed?" And from that Moment they both thought that this tree is perfectly disguised as a bed and they being oblivious that everyone can clearly See that this is a tree because there are leaves at the treetop and olives still growing (which both Like to eat when they laying in bed after a Long conversation or Penelope toping odysseus) and Nobody Else knowing why they both Always giggeling in excitement when the people they're showing their bed asking why they Look at a bed, accidentally encouraging them that their bed Looks extremely normal and Nobody would ever guessing it's a tree.

(they would think it's their own Secret and sometimes a small Bowl Standing on the table with the best olives ever and when people asking why These taste so good odysseus and Penelope would grinning at each other knowing that their Special tree grows the best olives [ + while odysseus is gone the olives tasting so Bad that Penelope stopped eating them, as it reminds her that odysseus is Not Here])

Did i Had a small Idea and Just wrote far more than intended? Yes

Do i regret it? No

[room-temperature-orange-juice]

Something that should be more talked about in the Epic fandom is how Odysseus canonically beats Eurylochus in a fight. If it weren’t for Perimedes, Odysseus would’ve won in Mutiny and killed Eurylochus.

[fluffypotatey]

I wonder if there’s a part of Eurylochus that resents Polites

[oddyseye]

Dissecting every reason people call Eurylochus a hypocrite because I am sick and tired of defending this poor hungry man.

Eurylochus is not the easy villain or the perfect saint. He is the walking contradiction of the Odyssey and EPIC, and anyone who just calls him a hypocrite without understanding the nuances of his motivations really isn’t paying attention to the full picture. Let’s start with the infamous wind bag fiasco, which happens early enough for Eurylochus to show us his conflict. Yes, he doubts Odysseus’ judgment when it comes to the Wind God’s island, warning him about the risks. And let’s be real, Eurylochus is absolutely right. If you look at the situation, Odysseus is acting impulsively, relying on his wits and bravado, thinking he can control the outcome with the power of his charm. But this? It’s a god’s realm. The gods don’t work on your timetable. At this point, what does Odysseus’ confidence even mean? Eurylochus sees it as reckless, and I agree. Yes, Eurylochus is a bit wary of everything at this point (which might be annoying if you’re Odysseus), but it’s a valid concern. And Odysseus’ reply? It's a bit patronizing. He doesn’t respect Eurylochus’ caution. Instead of listening to his crew member, his second-in-command, Odysseus tells him to stand down and demands blind loyalty. Of course, this sets the stage for Eurylochus�� next crucial transformation. He’s now seen Odysseus as someone who doesn’t care about the real risks or the crew. People LOVE to bring up that line where Eurylochus says he opened the wind bag. Okay, okay, he messed up. But here’s the thing: he knows he messed up, and he admits it. In front of everyone. He’s not hiding it. He’s not making excuses. He’s owning up to it. And people still want to call him a hypocrite? He wasn’t the one who set the trap for the entire crew by opening that wind bag. Odysseus gave some instructions, but he knew the crew was starving and desperate. And then, on top of that, you have the winions stirring the pot, telling everyone there’s treasure in the bag? What did he think would happen? The crew wasn’t exactly in the best headspace to be taking orders from a guy who was clearly not as present as he should have been. You can’t put all the blame on Eurylochus when Odysseus didn’t exactly set them up for success. Everyone was already in a fragile place after the war, and Odysseus should have known better than to leave room for temptation. He was the leader; he should’ve anticipated how bad the temptation would be. Eurylochus gets a little too much flak for something that wasn’t entirely his fault. There’s enough blame to go around for everyone, not just one guy. All of the crew wanted to open the bag, Eurylochus was just the one who did. He represents the voice of the crew. His biggest focus becomes apparent in the Circe Saga, specifically during Puppeteer, when Eurylochus is forced into a brutal choice on Circe’s island. After the men are turned into pigs, Eurylochus has to come to terms with his decision. He’s a pragmatist. He doesn’t trust the island, doesn’t want to gamble their lives on a witch’s promises. So, when Odysseus sends him and the crew to investigate, Eurylochus doesn’t just go along for the ride, he stays behind and urges Odysseus to get out of there. But let’s remember, this moment is a turning point for Eurylochus. He’s scared, yes, but also rational. He was the one who saw the situation from a distance and thought, “This is too risky.” He’s the realist who wants to cut his losses, but it’s important to notice that his fear is the fear of losing more men, not necessarily cowardice. Unlike Odysseus, who acts out of hope, Eurylochus is practical. His attitude here reflects the trauma they’ve been through and how tired he is of losing people. That’s why his frustration boils over later when Odysseus sacrifices men — because Eurylochus has seen enough death.

Now, let’s talk about Scylla. Because this is the moment where everything Eurylochus has learned comes crashing down on him. Remember that vow Odysseus made to him earlier: “There’s no length I wouldn’t go if it was you I had to save”? Well, that sentiment sticks with Eurylochus. He takes that to heart. So when Odysseus makes the decision to sacrifice six men to Scylla, you can see why he snaps. It’s not just that Odysseus is willing to sacrifice them — it’s that he does it without warning, without giving them the choice. Eurylochus feels like Odysseus has abandoned everything he taught him about loyalty. That vow he made? Yeah, it means nothing now. Eurylochus is furious because Odysseus fails him here. He’s been teaching Eurylochus the value of every single life, yet when the time comes to uphold that belief, Odysseus throws it out the window to save himself and his pride. So, of course Eurylochus is mad. And it’s not about the six men dying (because, let’s be real, he’s no saint), it’s about the betrayal. He’s been made to believe in the cause, but now he sees Odysseus as a hypocrite. It stings, and it’s totally justified. This leads us to Mutiny. Eurylochus is right to be mad at Odysseus for sacrificing six men just to save his own skin. Don’t even try to justify that. Odysseus put his own desire to get home ahead of the lives of his crew. Eurylochus did not agree to be cannon fodder for Odysseus’ personal agenda. He wasn’t going to sit back and watch his brothers die without questioning what the heck was going on. So, when Odysseus goes full “sacrifice six for the greater good,” you bet Eurylochus was angry. He wasn’t just upset because they were going to die; he was upset because Odysseus made the decision to send them to their deaths without even consulting them. Eurylochus’ reaction is human, it’s justifiable, and it’s completely rational. He’s not a traitor, he’s someone who realizes that Odysseus’ quest for glory comes at the expense of the people he supposedly cares about. Then we get to the cattle of Helios because apparently everyone’s learnt nothing. Eurylochus has already checked out emotionally. He’s looked at the situation, and for him, the reality of their fate is clear: they’re not going to make it home. They’re already dead in a way, and the gods are just playing with them. So when faced with the opportunity to eat the cows, he sees it as a way to take some control over a situation where they’ve lost all control. His logic isn’t about doing what’s morally right in the eyes of the gods. At least if they’re going to die, they can do it on their own terms — full stomachs, no slow starvation or suffering. It’s a very bleak and cynical perspective, but it’s also realistic. And in a way, it shows a form of wisdom that Odysseus doesn’t have in this moment. Odysseus, of course, refuses to let go of hope. His entire journey is a testament to his stubbornness and unwillingness to give up. That’s his defining trait, and it’s what keeps him going, but it also blinds him to the obvious signs of doom around him. He refuses to accept that the gods are no longer in his favor, that they’ve been punished for their mistakes, and that he’s already sealed their fate. For Odysseus, admitting that they’ve lost would be admitting defeat, and that’s something he can’t stomach. So, instead of facing the reality of the situation, he doubles down on his hope and pride. Eurylochus isn’t the naive one here. He’s not playing the hero’s game. He’s real. He’s already accepted that their journey is doomed, but he refuses to be passive in that fate. He wants to take charge of how they go out. He’s not waiting for divine intervention anymore because, honestly, it hasn’t worked out so well for them so far. He’s out of options and out of faith.

But here’s the darker, more tragic implication: Eurylochus’ perspective is the voice of the crew. His attitude — “We’re never gonna make it home; we’re already doomed” — isn’t just his own individual despair; it’s shared by everyone else around him. The crew is no longer fighting for survival; they’ve been through too much. They’ve seen too many of their comrades die for a cause that seems meaningless at this point (how do you think Perimedes would feel when Elpenor died). They’ve been stranded for so long, constantly at the mercy of the gods, with no real agency over their fates. They’ve lost hope. The entire crew is in a suicidal state of mind, and Eurylochus’ willingness to eat the cows is just the worst tangible sign of that collective despair. He’s the one who finally gives voice to it, like always, but it’s a sentiment that’s been building throughout their journey. He’s come to terms with it in a way that Odysseus has not. In that sense, his desire to eat the cows is almost a form of passive suicide — an attempt to bring some meaning, some control to an already doomed situation. His actions signal a profound loss of the will to live. This attitude is contagious. When Eurylochus speaks, he’s speaking for a crew that’s also checked out, a crew that’s surrendered to the inevitable. They don’t believe in their survival anymore. They’re not thinking about glory or heroism. They’re thinking about getting something out of their final moments, about finding some form of solace in the face of certain death. They no longer care about the gods or their promises. They just want to eat, even if it means defying the divine laws. This is a crew that’s collectively suicidal, mentally exhausted, and emotionally broken. And Eurylochus, in choosing to act, becomes both the catalyst for their final downfall and the embodiment of their emotional exhaustion and surrender.

He doesn’t trust Odysseus anymore. Odysseus promised to bring them home, but where are they? They’re stranded, they’ve lost men, brothers, friends, and the gods keep throwing obstacles in their path. When Odysseus becomes a king in his eyes and no longer a brother, it’s clear: Eurylochus starts thinking about himself, and that definitely doesn’t make him a hypocrite. It makes him human. It makes him someone who’s had enough. So, when the storm hits, and Eurylochus says, “We’re going to die anyway,” it’s not just a defeatist attitude — it’s the voice of someone who’s been burned by his faith in Odysseus too many times. He finally does what Odysseus would have done if he weren’t so obsessed with getting home — he does what’s necessary for survival. It’s harsh, but it’s consistent with his struggle all along. Eurylochus isn’t a hypocrite because he speaks out against Odysseus — he’s just a man who wants to believe in loyalty, but realizes that Odysseus has never really been loyal to anyone but his wife, never his men. It’s a brutal realization, and it’s only when he lashes out in Mutiny that we see the full extent of his disillusionment.

So, before anyone calls Eurylochus a hypocrite, let’s remember that he was the one who had to deal with the consequences of Odysseus’ stubbornness and false promises. He wanted to be the loyal friend, the one who stuck by his leader. But Odysseus made it impossible. Now, he’s just a man broken by the very loyalty he once held dear.

[rin-sith]

Finally, I am happy to present to you my ...

EPIC: THE MUSICAL | ACT I [Character Design project]

I have been working on these for a long time and I am very happy with how these turned out. I am a huge fan of visual character design and I simply needed to do a full lineup.

Act II will follow shortly (it is all done except for Ithaca Saga, which I will add as soon as it drops.) Please enjoy, and read below for some thoughts and background on some of my design choices!

TROY | CYCLOPS ft. Odysseus, Athena, Eurylochus, and Polites

With Odysseus, I really wanted to emphasize his free spirit in this era and mark him as Athena's warrior, so I gave him a special belt and some armbands that represent her (this was inspired by some of @mircsy's work). He also has heterochromia; his left eye is green, representing his cunning, wisdom, and spirit; his right eye is gray, representing his ruthlessness and warrior side.

I simply love Athena in purple/gold. Her mask is a symbol of her invulnerability and comes off only during "My Goodbye" when Odysseus tells her that she's alone. Her cape can also transform into wings, and her eyes are actually golden without the mask.

I had to give Eurylochus his large anime sword (it's just as heavy as it looks but he likes it that way because that means no one besides him is strong enough to wield it ... I imagine Eurylochus can bench press at least Odysseus' and Polites' weights combined. He and Polites are also wearing variants of Odysseus' armor, indicating that they belong to the same army.

Listen, I can vibe with Eurylochus' giant sword but I draw the line at Polites with glasses, sorry. He still gets the hairband, of course. He's also dressed more casually, and without a weapon, because of his pacifistic outlook. He's the physically weakest among the trio by far but also still an inch taller than Odysseus (it's fine, Odysseus is still like 5'10, his friends are just all so freaking tall...)

OCEAN ft. Aeolus, Poseidon, and Odysseus

Not gonna lie, I LOVED designing Aeolus' outfit. She's playful and mischievous and loves to hang out in the clouds all day; her outfit is probably made out of clouds let's be real. Also yes, her image on the windbag moves to make cheeky faces.

Poseidon I cannot imagine without tentacles anymore thanks to @gigizetz's "Ruthlessness", idk it just fits him so well. He definitely got all dressed up to go and sink Odysseus' fleet that day, he has a reputation, you know? And he just likes the shiny gold and accessories; the ocean is full of them so why wouldn't he?

Edit: I actually updated this design somewhat significantly; if you're interested in the current one, check here! He still has a tentacle/monster form, but it's not his only one.

Since breaking up with Athena, Odysseus lost her belt and armbands. He's still wearing her brooch because he couldn't bring himself to fully throw that away as well yet. Polites' hairband around his wrist reminds him of what he's fighting for and what to live by ... for now (Poseidon is about to ruin this man's whole career...)

CIRCE | UNDERWORLD ft. Circe, Hermes, and Tiresias

I wanted to give Circe the "witch" vibe while putting a Greek spin on it and I actually adore her design. She seems both immortally youthful (something I aim for with all my god designs) and motherly. There she was, gathering some herbs when a bunch of strangers crash onto her island ... Oh well, at least this man was a good man this time.

Hermes is kind of just Hermes. I wanted to keep him shaded, a bit impish, and definitely up to no good. He's wearing the contrasting colors on purpose, by the way. And yes, his hat can fly on its own ... But for it to do that he'd have to actually be willing to show his face which he seldom does unless he really trusts you.

Tiresias is a soul, so he has the same kind of ageless youth as all my gods (something that goes for souls of dead people too, since I like to think they get to appear at whatever age they want after death.) He's looking a bit regal since he's a prophet, so I imagine regarded highly, even in the Underworld. Instead of the blindfold, his hood covers his face, adorned with a symbolic eye to identify him and his skill.

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Well, that's it for ACT I, friends, I hope you liked these! I will upload ACT II asap. Please comment and/or tell me your thoughts about my designs! And feel free to ask any questions you may have! I would love to talk more about these.

[itsabouttimex2]

What do you think would make Odysseus a yandere?

I think it would happen right after he drops Scamandrius from the walls of Troy.

That little baby, already so loved that he had inspired a nickname from his father, his people- “Astyanax”, detailing what he; as the firstborn son of Troy’s heir apparent, was set to become- king, ruler, overlord.

And Odysseus kills him.

Not because he wants to, but because he is, at the end of the day, just a man. A selfish man who loves himself and his soldiers and his home, but not nearly as much as he loves his son and his wife.

The only thing that breaks him from the harrowing thought that a like-minded man might be doing the same thing to his own son miles away is a broken wail cutting through somber silence.

Odysseus turns, feet heavier than his heart, hesitant to see not what, but who he already knows is behind him.

Andromache running towards him. He sees her, wrapped in loose white robes, arms held close to her chest, tears running down her face, closer and closer to him- barefoot and broken.

And realizes that she’s not coming at him, not coming for revenge or catharsis or some measure of score-settling, but instead she’s headed for the rim of the stone wall that her son was dropped from, intending to plunge the same misty heights and fade into the swallowing vale below.

She leaps in a blitz of white silk, looking so much like an angel descending that Odysseus nearly misses his chance to reach for her in a sort of awe- though her enthralling beauty pales in comparison to his Penelope, it spurs him to try and catch the grieving wife, mother, queen.

The Itchacan king reaches for her hands and snags a bundle of white instead, accidentally tearing it from her grasp and leaving her to plummet without whatever had been so dear that she would take it to the grave held against her heart.

And after the shock has worn off, after his soldiers have moved from wide-eyed gasping and into solemnly shaking their heads at the waste of good life, after Polites calls for him to please come down and come back to the ship, Odysseus takes a moment to unwrap that little bundle with a heavy heart.

Another child, even younger than the first, blissfully asleep in spite of the carnage and ruin around them.

This time, there’s no god or soothsayer or prophet to chime in his ear an order or command, leaving Odysseus on the edge of a very welcoming ledge, contemplating his decisions as the soldiers below grow anxious at the grief in their captain’s eyes.

Polites coaxes him down again, this time even more gently, so the king wraps you back up and heads for the stairs.

His second-in-command waits for him at the beach, having paid last respects to both Andromache and her beloved son, both wrapped in a tattered sail and covered in rocks to keep all but the most determined of predators away- he and his brothers-in-arms did what they could, and even now spill wine in the sand around them.

It’s not much, but they did their best. That’s all any man can do in this situation.

Eurylochus doesn’t like the haunted look in his captain’s eyes, how his fingers twitch around the bundle of cloth, how he can’t bear to look at the impromptu grave of two innocent souls.

Nobody does.

But the deed is done, the blood is spilled, and dawn breaks soon. There’s no time for questions, no time for further delays. Home is waiting.

Six hundred families are waiting for six hundred tired soldiers, hoping to welcome them with open arms and settle for boring times.

So there’s no hesitating or comprehending or deciding. The bundle doesn’t protest, and neither do his men. No one questions the impromptu addition to the crew.

A living reminder of all the children they orphaned, even if indirectly. Bringing you along is a form of penance that none confess to wanting.

Odysseus holds the infant close as he returns to the ship, wood creaking under the boots of soldiers boarding in lockstep, heavy as his conscience and heart.

…he’ll need to think of a name for you.

[blessedbyahuntress]

Blessed by a Trickster

Chapter One: The Voice in my Head is Laughing at me

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Warnings: Reader is struggling with a voice in her head, but that's it

Word count: 979

Listen to: The Horse and the Infant

“Alright my brothers, listen closely.”

Your head snapped up at the sound of Odyseus’s words.

“Tonight we make the Trojans pay. Ten years of war they’ve killed us slowly.”

You let yourself close your eyes, thinking of all the times you had been weak and starved and miserable. Oh, how badly you wanted to inflict all of those feelings on the Trojans.

“But now we’ll be the ones who slay.”

A smile played across your lips.

“Think of your wives and your… children.” Odysseus faltered a bit when his gaze caught on you. You didn’t have a husband or a significant other. You were alone except for him, Eurylochus, and Polites.

He quickly regained his composure. “Your families wonder where you’ve been.”

“They’re growing old and yet you’re still here. Do what I say and you’ll see them again.”

Your eyes flew open, revealing a determined look in your eyes as you said with the rest of the crew, “Yes sir!”

“Diomedes will lead the charge, Agamemnon will flank the guards. Menelaus will let our mates through the gates to take the whole city at large. Y/N will shoot any ambush attack, and little Ajax will stay back. Nestor, secure Helen and protect her. Neo, avenge your father, kill the brothers of Hector.”

You drew an arrow from your quiver and shot a grin at Ajax. You were an outstanding archer, but the job could get lonely at times. You were glad that Little Ajax would be keeping you company, even if he wasn’t helping. He smiled right back at you, visibly relaxing.

“Yes, sir!”

“Find that inner strength now.” Odysseus drew his blade, making a rather eerie sound. “Use that well of pride. Fight through every pain now. Ask yourself inside.”

He stalked through the lines, stopping in front of you and Eurylochus. “What do you live for? What do you try for? What do you wish for? What do you fight for?”

You straightened, dipping your head in respect to your leader as you repeated the lines with the rest of the army, “What do you live for? What do you try for? What do you wish for? What do you fight for?”

Odysseus turned and you marched after him in turn with Eurylochus, who gave you a grim smile. “What do you live for?” You and your comrades said again.

“Penelope,” Odysseus murmured so softly in response, that only you and Eurylochus could possibly hear.

“What do you try for?”

“Telemachus.”

You drew your bow.

“What do you wish for?”

“I’m on my way.”

You notched your arrow.

“What do you fight for?”

“Attack!”

The men charged forward, while you picked your way to a higher vantage point. After a while, Polites joined you, guarding your back from stray swords and wild arrows. Your free hand gripped Little Ajax’s until you reached the top.

You let go of the small boy’s hand and taunt your bowstring. But instead of shooting, you glanced over your shoulder at Polites and offered your friend a small smile. “You should go now,” you said.

He shook his head. “Odysseus said to guard you, and I will.”

Your smile turned into an irritated scowl, but you turned your attention back to the battlefield below you; you knew there was no point in arguing.

You saw a man going to strike Neo while his back was turned. Coward, you thought bitterly, releasing the arrow. 

The arrow met its mark, as did all the others you shot. 

A couple of times Polites actually did come in handy, cutting away arrows that came whizzing toward you while your focus was mainly on the fight progressing below you. 

Each time he did this, you gave him such a genuinely grateful smile that it made his heart melt and his cheeks flush. Did you not know your own power over him when you smiled like that?

Suddenly everything was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

You followed all of the warrior’s gazes up to a balcony. The scene made you gasp.

There Odysseus stood, his face streaked with tears as he looked down at the bundle in his singular hand. The bundle hanging dangerously above a perilous drop. 

An infant.

For a moment Odysseus looked as if he might retract his hand and bring the baby back to his arms, but in this moment you had a second of clarity.

“This mere infant will grow into an avenger,” a voice spoke, clear as a running stream inside your head. While what it spoke of was so serious, the mysterious voice was followed up by a fit of giggles. “You must choose: kill the infant and save your friend, or don’t act and watch your king die. Consider carefully!” Then one last laugh and the voice in your head was gone.

You repositioned your bow, your fingernails digging into your palm as you aimed your arrow at the bundle, at the thin piece of fabric that Odysseus was dangling over a fatal drop.

“Y/N?” Polites asked. “What are you doing?”

Your only response was a soft whisper, “I’m sorry.” And then you shot.

Your arrow found its mark, tearing into the cloth that connected the swaddle to Odysseus’s hand. 

You watched the infant fall, faster and faster until it met the ground. Your heart fell with it as you dropped your bow and clutched your head.

“Y/N?” You faintly heard Polites’s voice. He was right next to you, wasn’t he? Why did it seem like he was calling from so far away?

“You can’t break now,” the voice from before entered your thoughts once more, without permission again. “You have to get up. Your friends still need you. The war may be over, but it’s not over for you. Get up.” Then, like the first time, the voice dissolved into obnoxious laughter.

[witless-winion1]

My thoughts on the paralyzed!Polites AU

(Which I really should do more research on; inspired by this)

Odysseus cries when Polites first wakes up

Eurylochus almost cries. Instead just let’s out a very shaky, relieved sigh and tells his friend “I’m glad you’re back”

his vision is messed with in that classic “Eye for an eye” vibe

His left arm is broken and yet he still insists on greeting the world with open arms

“Don’t you mean open arm?”

“You hush, Perimedes.”

So much survivor’s guilt but he’s very thankful to be alive and honors his fallen friends with Ody and everyone else

He basically can’t walk without help

Odysseus carves him a cane himself

It has a bunch of super cool details, including a winion

Polites adores it

(perhaps they go back to the Lotus Eater island and kidnap a winion for Polites? Like a comfort animal. Give Polites, my Disney Princess Pancake, a familiar plz)

But Polites needs a lot of help with things that require both arms or both legs or gods forbid all four

one dumbass numbnuts comments “would’ve been kinder to let him die” under his breath after Polites wakes up

Captain nearly throws him overboard

obviously

“My best friend would be delighted to live life in whatever form it came to him! You shut your fucking mouth and if I ever hear you ask such wretched nonsense again I’m going to put you on latrine duty for a month, am I understood?”

Eurylochus has to hold him back during this

Eurylochus also immediately assumes position of bodyguard of Polites.

He and Odysseus soon begin fighting over this job

they decide to share custody

(eventually)

OPEN ARMS REPRISES BUT HES ACTUALLY ALIVE!!!!

plot? Oh yeah plot

lmao what plot

after the Cyclopes passes out Ody is too busy making sure his friend is okay (which he is not). He gets somebody to check the other smashees and then stays by Poli’s side (no, he don’t give a shit that he’s captain, you guys go stab his eye, he’s asleep it’s not that fucking hard)

Odysseus carries Polites when the Cyclopes wakes up

he’s too busy thinking about getting him back to the ship and calling the best doctors from the 12 ships so he tells everyone to grab the sheep and HUSTLE

Athena grabs him and starts with her “HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE LESSONS I TAUGHT YOU? HE’S STILL A THRE-”

“ATHENA IM BUSY RN WE CAN TALK LATER”

“BUT HE’S STILL ALIVE-”

“WE’RE LEAVING BRO! HE’S NOT GONNA FUCKING SWIM AFTER US!”

they’re not on best terms for a while after that but they still reconcile after

then they get home! Whoop de do, congrant, 99.7777777778% of the canon plot avoided

when they get home and our sunshine is actually properly long-term treated, Odysseus and Telemachus’s first big father-son bonding project is to make Polites’ house more accessible for him

and Telemachus fucking loves Polites. Best Uncle Award. They vibe so hard that Odysseus cries

he almost cries when Penelope starts weaving clothes that are easier for his friend to wear. He’s a tiinnyyy bit jealous but he’s still so happy. And Penelope noticed and weaves her dear husband some clothes too, all his old ones are stinky asf

Eurylochus and all Poli’s friends from the ship still visit regularly. It’s just a big happy family

and nobody dies, not even Nobody

(except for those other guys from the Cyclopes cave but this ain’t about them)

[heyyallitssatan]

Ok so, I want a warrior Penelope au, but Odysseus is still a warrior

Odysseus, student of Athena, warrior of the mind, foretold to changes the tides of mankind and the divine

Penelope, students of Ares, warrior of the heart, foretold to change the battles of men and gods alike

Together they will revolutionise war and fighting and ruling, they will change the world, warriors of the heart and mind

So I thought maybe Penelope would go with him to Troy, but then I realised that ruins everything, so instead she still stays behind with their newborn son and Odysseus promises to return before the boy even knows he’s gone

He doesn’t

So warrior Penelope had a choice to make, she can stay with her son, raise him and rule the kingdom (the people can complain all they want, who’s gonna stop her), and then when the suitors arrive instead of proposing the never ending weaving thing, she tells them whoever can best her in battle will win her hand (because she knows that only one man ever will) also, Telemachus becomes a warrior of both the heart and mind, taking the best strategic parts of Odysseus and the strongest parts of Penelope, becoming a warrior unrivalled by all but god kin, so when Odysseus does return home there are no suitors to kill, but she does make him best her in battle, they tie and she knows it’s really him and they live happily ever after (also Eurylochus doesn’t open the wind bag, they still get detoured either by someone else doing it or by some godly shenanigans, but those bitches do it together, Odysseus will return with most of his men in tow) (also also, he’s not a dumb fuck and doesn’t I cure the wrath of Poseidon, because he either kills Polyphemus or doesn’t tell him his name, they incur his wrath a different way that really just amounts to Poseidon being pissy and taking it out on the first human he finds)

Or, equally good, she sets out on her own venture to find her husband, her crew is fairly small in number, mostly warrior wives (because fuck you I do what I want there’s a coalition of warrior women in Ithaca now) including her right hand Ctimene, and her son Telemachus (she leaves the kingdom in the charge of someone she trusts I don’t care who right now), she starts searching for her husband, this leads to some absolute bullshit where through godly shenanigans and just generally shit terrible luck they keep missing each other just barely, but they’re too stubborn to go home so round and round they go, several years later they both manage themselves to the same island, so they’re together, but more shenanigans and it’s still several years more before they’re home to Ithaca, only to discover that in the mean time they’ve been declared dead and their kingdom’s been stolen, so the three of them literally fight their way to the throne and reclaim it

I like both models, I think both are nice

[very-gay-poet]

okay but like when Eurylochus said "but we'll die" in thunder bringer he wasn't begging for life (he said it himself, for a while now has he not believed they'd get home so that's why he's done what he's done, he hasn't explicitly said he wants to die but its pretty clear he doesn't mind dying at this point) or trying to reason with Odysseus because he knew exactly who Odysseus was going to choose. If he was going to die, he wanted to hear Odysseus admit that he was about to kill his entire crew on purpose with full knowledge. I draw to this conclusion from Mutiny:

"Tell me you did not know that would happen/ Tell me you didn't know how that would end"

he was making sure that Ody admitted that he has thought this through, and knows what the consequences of his actions are gonna be. no lying to anymore Gods on why he did what he did, no lying to Eurylochus's waiting wife that "he had no choice", because he has. He just doesn't like the fact he can chose.

With Poseidon killing his crew, he could argue that he had nothing to do with it, that he didn't know that it would happen and I think Eurylochus being the first person to talk in Mutiny and to say that, suggests that its what Odysseus had told the remainder of the crew after Poseidon. He had no idea that it would happen (didn't know that the Cyclops was a kid of Poseidon and telling his name and letting him live would doom the crew) and had no idea how it could've ended (Poseidon killing the crew in result) all to protect Odysseus's conscience.

Same with the infant, it wasn't much of a choice, let the baby live and protect his conscience, or doom his entire kingdom, crew and future. He could've argued that he was taking orders from Zeus and that he couldn't ignore the king of the gods. Just a Man is literally that. He's just a man, he's not a god, just taking orders from one, he had no power in this situation and didn't get a choice.

But now he has. and Eurylochus is going to make him admit it so everyone knows, so that Odysseus never forgets that he had a choice.

and Odysseus grants that wish, it isn't a coincidence that that's Eurylochus's last words, in his life and in the show, in Odysseus granting him his wish, he can finally die in peace. And Odysseus grants the wish because he is looking right at them as they die, he sees the light leave their eyes; he can't lie about this one and he won't. That's the last thing Eurylochus ever said to him, and the guilt would eat him alive if he lied about what happened.

No protecting your conscience now Ody, about time you took accountability for all the deaths that happened on this journey.

[peachyprophets-blog]

Drowned Love, Let me see you again…

Epic (Odysseus) x reader

CW: hint of dead, Odysseus gives reader comfort. Nicknames for readers (Guiding Star), Female Pronouns, Reader is referred as Y/N, english isn't my first language

Description: After you found comfort in Odysseus' arms, the windbag were opened, and a raging storm is about to change everything...

A/N: That was the second Part! I really hope you enjoyed it :> I was thinking about doing some Yandere Versions of the Gods when they meet the Reader! 0w0

Part 2: sincere love and raging storm

PREV / PART 3

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Odysseus POV:

I saw her sitting on the ground, sadness written on her face. The only way I could find her was that Eurylochus was still standing with her, he had told her what had happened on the island. Poletis was always like a brother to her, their friendship went deeper than anyone could see from the outside. Seeing the pain in her face hurt my heart, I had deliberately not woken her up so that she wouldn't insist on coming with me. It was hard for me to let her go to war with me. I had to swear to Penelope, my wife and the loyal lover of (Y/N), that I would look after our guiding star while Penelope stayed on Ithaca with our little son Telemachus. We have been away from our home for several years now, and I was completely lost in memories of the time before we left for war. I met (Y/N) when I was just five years old. She is a princess of a rather unknown island that lives directly between Ithaca and Sparta. When her kingdom fell due to a devastating storm, she was given accommodation with us. When the time came for me to be old enough to get married, I knew two wonderful women that I wanted to have by my side, (Y/N) who I had known for so long and couldn't think of leaving her alone. But on the other hand, my heart beat for Penelope, the Spartan princess. I knew that Penelope and (Y/N) were close, I was just unsure whether they would still be able to look each other in the eye if I married one of them. In the end I married Penelope, but (Y/N) stayed by our side, she loved us just as we loved her, she was our light in the darkness, our guiding star. It got to the point where Penelope and I decided to make her our wife when the war was over, I would love to see her carry my child into the world and give her child the same love as she does with Telemachus. I would have slipped even deeper into the ideas and plans for our future if her quiet crying hadn't dragged me back to reality. I knelt down next to her, and when she looked up at me my world shattered, the pain and sadness in her eyes was unmistakable.

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Reader POV:

When I raised my head, I saw a pair of brown eyes. Odysseus knelt down to my eye level, he wiped the tears from my cheek with his thumb, this simple action brought a warm feeling to my chest. It was always like that, he knew exactly how to cheer me up even if it was without words. His presence had something calming for me, with him I didn't have to worry that something would happen to me. I leaned against his body where my head rested on his chest. He whispered calming words to me, declarations of his never-ending love for me and that we would soon be back home. Although his words did me good and calmed me down, I felt the storm coming. After some time passed and Odysseus came back with Aeolus's windbag, I helped Odysseus to look after it. But a period of inattention and tiredness overcoming it happened, Eurylochus opened the bag and ignited the storm that was inside, which drove us into the land of the giants. When we were able to close the bag again and lock the rest of the storm in the bag, something we hadn't expected happened.

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The storm that was already raging across the sea swept the waves with it, they beat against the ships of Odysseus' crew. Slowly the waves parted, horses formed from water galloped over the waves until they disappeared together into one place back into the water. Slowly a figure rose from the water, a divine apparition, eyes as deep as the sea itself. In the eyes one could see a raging storm, a storm of anger and hatred, they stared directly at Odysseus. His hair was long, it looked like the waves themselves. His strong body, which many mortals could only dream of, testified to his divinity. A golden laurel wreath adorned his head, his muscular arms were adorned with gold jewelry. When the god raised his voice the sea began to shake, the waves beat harder against the wood of the ships and the storm appeared to become even angrier. "Odysseus of Ithaca!" his mighty voice rang out. "Do you know who I am?" Odysseus stared at the god with great awe and in contrast to the god's voice, his voice sounded weak when he finally uttered the god's name, "Poseidon."

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-Peachyprophet

[sniffle-bird]

actually no i’m not done talking about eurylochus how does nobody understand what he’s getting at in ‘mutiny’.

i’ve seen people call him a hypocrite for being upset at odysseus for sacrificing the crew when he tried to leave the men at circe’s island but that is just. so wrong. giving up on rescuing men from the hands of a very dangerous sorceress and goddess in order to save the rest of the crew is not comparable to odysseus willingly leading six men to their deaths without their knowledge.

that’s not even what he’s upset about. he’s not mad they sacrificed the men (well. he is. but that’s not his main argument) he’s mad because ody picked that route so easily. which is why he brings up all the other things they’ve faced, e.g., the cyclops, (“you were quick to hatch a plan”) and circe, (“it was you who left behind no man”). which is why he literally begs ody to lie to him and tell him he had no idea how going through scylla’s lair would go.

“tell me you did not know that would happen, tell me you didn’t know how that would end.”

“use your wits to tell me that i’m crazy and mad, that this is all a trick the gods have sent.”

“tell me you did not miss home so painfully bad that you gave up the lives of six of our friends.”

and odysseus, who is usually very chatty in all other songs, is dead quiet, which eurylochus comments on in ‘scylla’. eury makes no attempt to usurp him until ody tells him he can’t say that he was clueless or mislead and that he knew exactly what he was doing, which is when he says, “then you have forced my hand.”

eurylochus’s mutiny is not a power hungry act, it’s something he was quite literally forced into in order to keep the crew safe. ody just showed that he was willing to sacrifice members of the crew for the sake of getting home, and eurylochus has to protect them.

to him, he has tried and failed to reel odysseus in time and time again, first with the lotus eaters, trying to discourage them from going/deciding to just raid the place. if they had, they likely wouldn’t have spoken to the lotus eaters and they wouldn’t have gone to the cyclops cave. polites would be alive, athena would still be with them. there are many other examples of this but i’m trying (and failing) to keep this post on the shorter side. ody is a wild card they can’t afford to keep playing when they get into a crisis. the crew specifically sings, “now the time has come to shut you down.” the entirety of mutiny is like a fat intervention for ody’s spiralling into the “monster” he thinks he has to be to get home.

then of course there’s the whole thing with him killing the cows, blah blah, i covered it in my other long ass eurylochus defence post, but i’ve seen so many people give eury shit for calling odysseus “captain” again after they get into trouble and it’s just so. shallow. their view of eurylochus is so shallow.

i’ve spoken about this before but there’s a very interesting manner in which eurylochus refers to odysseus. he calls him “captain,” but also “ody,” and his brother/his friend. it’s not like polites, where he switches from calling odysseus the captain and also his friend when they’re alone. eurylochus switches almost sporadically. times where it would be appropriate to call odysseus his captain, he calls him ody/brother/friend. times where it would be appropriate for a less formal title like his nickname/something more affectionate like his brother or his friend, he calls him captain. it’s like he doesn’t know where he and odysseus stand. his view of him is constantly shifting and changing.

so obviously, when odysseus sounds so distressed after he kills the cow and suddenly leaps back into his leadership role eurylochus would also subconsciously slip back into his role as his second? his ‘captain’ doesn’t really sound that scared to me, either, more… confused? concerned? slowly realising he’s fucked, yes, but more in a ‘regretting jumping off a building the second you step off’ way. not in a ‘omg how could this happen pls save us captain’ way.

he doesn’t know wtf is going on. he was expecting to kill the cow, get a good meal for his remaining crew, and then get smited. instead he has his captain screaming at him, thunder clouds rolling in immediately, all this shit happening, of course he would call for his friend. it’s not even a call for him!! it’s a response!!! to ody screaming that they’re doomed! “you’ve doomed us all!!” “captain?” like omfg

eurylochus is NOT looking for odysseus to save him or pull him out of his mess. he was just confused and obviously kind of spooked. and the title is a whole other issue that i could honestly write an essay about (or a fic. it’ll probably be the fic.)

[weareallgonnaliveforawhile]

In an AU where Astyanx lives, Eurylochus would have a much bigger role in taking care of him than people think.

Personally?

Eurylochus is the second in command on a ship that's full of men doing their best to go home. That is to say, Odysseus would be very busy whether he wanted to be or not. In an au where Astyanax's identity is being hidden, then there's the thing of Ody can NOT be hiding in his room constantly raising this kid because if he is, then the rest of the men don't know where the fuck he is. If his identity isn't being hidden, then it'll still fall to Eury to do a decent amount of child rearing as one of the people Ody trusts most in the world.

After the ocean saga, I imagine Eury tries to make up for the fact he nearly got all of the men killed and latches onto Astyanax a bit tighter. Him being willing to leave behind the pig men on Circe's island was him being like 'Yeah, I don't think it's possible to save them, let's get the fuck out of here' just like in canon with the only change being him tightly clutching onto Astyanax while this is happening.

If Astyanax was somehow turned into a pig then I imagine during the entire conversation Eury is holding onto this tiny piglet for dear life and treating any stray animal or plant for that matter as if it's gonna kill the baby.

Narratively?

Eurylochus is the voice of the crew and the representation of Odysseus's humanity. He's willing to sacrifice men at the start when Ody isn't and that's something that swaps further into the musical (I will go on a whole rant about Eury being Odysseus's humanity, the thing that makes him human). All of this is to say that as Odysseus gets crueler with his morals, Eurylochus gets kinder. Where he'd once be fine with sacrificing someone else if it meant more got to live, he becomes aghast at the thought of killing one of the men that's fought so long to go home.

This is seen in his treatment of Astyanx. If he was brash to the kid at first, he becomes softer, caring. Maybe he sits with him and tells him stories of the war. When Odysseus is charting out his maps or having an episode (which is to be expected on a ship full of war veterans), he sits beside Astyanx. Maybe they talk and maybe they don't. But it's VERY important that they get closer. Close enough that on a ship where traditional family dynamics get skewed very fast, since it's entirely full of traumatized middle-aged men who have questionable ideas on how to interact with kids, Eurylochus becomes almost a second dad of sorts. It takes a village, after all, and some villagers get closer to the child than others.

During Mutiny, Eurylochus is the voice of the crew. And the crew is starving. Not just hungry, but a true type of starving that eats at your stomach and blurs your vision until you know nothing but the desperation of needing to eat. It'd be worse than in canon. Eurylochus would give any last rations he had to Astyanax. Not just because he'd do that as a person at this time. But because it'd parallel Odysseus in a sense. Ody let other people hurt so he could get home, so he could live (not saying this is a bad thing, just saying this is what he did) and Eurylochus let someone else take something they needed despite the fact that he would hurt, that if he didn't eat the ration he might not get home (at least to his hunger ailed brain). So yeah, I don't imagine Astyanax would be visible for Mutiny because Eury would've had him tucked away somewhere. Why force the boy to watch his uncle father Eurylochus betray his father?

Either way, long story short, Eurylochus would be a central part in Astyanax's life. From a reluctant uncle, to a protective uncle to a peusdo second father to a ghost, he is a very important figure in Astyanax's life that can't be underestimated.

[zippyskyfalls]

"Alright, my brothers, listen closely..."

Weeks of planning, all leading to this. Penelope had to admit, this was her smartest plan yet.

Who would have thunk a wooden horse could fit over 600 men?

"Tonight we make the Trojans pay..."

Helen of Sparta, Penelope's cousin, was kidnapped years ago. A series of Devine events leading up to this moment. So many lives lost because of that single catastrophic event.

"Ten years of war, they killed us slowly. But now we'll be the ones who slay..."

No Trojan would be spared this night, all that will be left is ruins that historians will one day theorize if these events really even happened.

Penelope faced her soldiers, her helmet off in a moment of transparency. She should be open with her men, the ones she will lead.

"Think of your wives and your children. Your families wonder where you've been. " Penelope didn't have a wife, of course. Her husband was back home with her only son.

"They're growing old, and yet you're still here." The soldier put on her helmet, the symbol of her patron goddess engraved on the front.

A dove.

"Do what I say and you'll see them again.'

"Yes, mam."

They were all counting on her. She pointed her sword at specific soldiers, assigning each a job they must complete so the plan is perfect.

She plans for every fight, after all.

"Diomedes will lead the charge"

"Agamemnon will flank the guards."

"Menaleus will let our mates through the gates and take the whole city at large."

So many lives will be lost.

"Trucer will shoot any any ambush attack, and little Ajax will stay back."

But that was a sacrifice she was willing to make.

"Nestor, secure Helen and protect her. Neo, avenge your father, kill the brothers of Hector."

"Yes, mam!"

The men put on their helmets, bowing at her commands. They were all counting on Penelope's plan to be a success.

"Find that inner strength now, use that well of pride. Fight through every pain now, ask yourself inside!"

Penelope wandered to the back of the horse, staring back at her men as she touched the door entrance.

There were some questions that had to be answered before Troy was invaded.

"What do you live for? What do you try for? What do you wish for? What do you fight for?"

As the soldiers repeated the chorus, reminding themselves of their loved ones, Penelope leaned her head on the door and remembered her own.

"Odysseus..." her husband. The one who'd created the agreement that no war would break out when Helen chose her own husband.

He was meant to go to war instead of her, but Penelope managed to go in his place. There was a lot of arguing when the decision was made, but Penelope easily won her husband over.

"And Telemachus..." her son. He was only about 9 months old when she left to fight for her cousin's freedom. He's about 10 years old now, he must look exactly like his father.

"I fight for us... I fight for us..."

She knew what she lived for.

"Odysseus..."

She knew who she tried for.

"Telemachus."

She knew what she wished for.

Home.

"I'm on my way..."

She cut the door open, the quick motion of her sword cutting it as if it were butter.

"Attack!"

Red. So much red.

The clanking of swords so loud it could be heard across all of Greece. Penelope ran into the battlefield, spotting exactly who she wanted to see

Ctimene.

Her sword hit a Trojan soldier as he attempted to ambush and murder her sister in law.

Ctimene was the sister of Odysseus, they'd met many years ago. She'd snuck in at the middle of the night of her husband, Eurylochus' departure.

At the end of the first night, Ctimene managed to capture her husband and forcefully bring him back to a ship back to Same-- her kingdom.

Penelope spotted a dark figure, one whose face was impossible to spot. He ran towards her, nobody else managing to see the terrifying figure in front of her, and took a stab at Penelope's chest. Causing the queen to let out a scream of hurt.

But she was still alive.

All the was left was smoke.

"...what was that?"

In front of her, a man appeared. It wasn't the same one, he reeked of Devine judgement. His eyes yellow and his beard cloudy.

Zeus. The king of the gods.

"A vision of what is to come. Cannot be outrun, can only be dealt with right here and now."

He led Penelope to Troy's Palace, to which she climbed to the third story from the walls, her armor clanking down in pain.

She finally stood up in balance, her feet on the ground in the hallway of the large castle as she began to enquire. "Tell me how..."

"I don't think you're ready..."

How wasn't she ready? Could the king of the gods not see the massacre outside she had planned?

He lead her across the hallway, his eyes glowing of divinity.

"A mission... to kill someone's son. A foe who won't run, unlike anyone you have faced before..."

Penelope nodded, grabbing the handle of the door in front of her at the edge of the hallway.

"Say no more, I know what I'm ready."

"I don't think you're ready..."

She opened the door, her sword ready to strike when--

...she heard a laugh. Not a deep, sinister laugh like you'd expect. This was a child's laugh.

She walked around the room till she spotted a small cradle, inside was...

"It's just an infant.... it's just a boy."

How could Zeus, king of the gods, ask her to murder this child who's life was still ahead of him?

She faced the sky God, her eyes filled with shock and confusion.

"What sort of immanent threat does he pose that I cannot avoid?"

The room began shifting, his face reforming to show someone else's

"This is the son of none other than Troy's very own prince Hector"

Hector... this boy was Hector's son?

"Know that he will grow from a boy to an avenger"

The whole room shifted, Penelope - an older, wiser one - sat tired on a throne. The same figure that tried to stab her moments ago was in front of her, sword gripped tightly in his hand.

"One fueled with rage as you're consumed by age."

"If you don't end him now, you'll have no one left to save."

Zeus' face shifted once again, his body now the same as her husband's

"You can say goodbye to..."

The soldier felt her heart skip a beat, no. It couldn't.

"Odysseus..."

"You can say goodbye to--"

Odysseus.

She was back in the infants room, she slowly took the child, her face dark as she cradled him and looked up at the god. There had to be something she could do...

"I could raise him as my own!"

"He will burn your house and throne..."

No. Another way.

"Or send him far away from home!"

"He'll find you wherever you go."

She stared at the infant whom she held, a small smile on his face as he grabbed her pinkie finger.

"Make sure his past is never known..."

"The gods will make him know."

Penelope kneeled to the God, tears running down her face. Could she bring herself to do this? To kill an infant and deprive another mother of his first steps? His first laugh? His first words?

"I'm on my knees for ya, down on my knees for ya! I'm begging ple--"

"This is the will of the gods."

She stared at the small child, standing up as she forced herself to look at the God one last time.

"Please, don't make me do this! Don't make me do this!"

"The blood on your hands is something you won't lose..."

He brought an illusion of her Husband, next to him was a young boy, about ten or so. His face changing between different mixes of Penelope and Odysseus' faces.

Telemachus. And the one thing that was consistent was he had her eyes.

"All you can choose is whose..."

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HELLO!!! Thank you for reading the Warrior of The Heart AU's version of The Horse and The Infant.

You may be wondering what the AU is!

Well, we follow Penelope of Sparta, who took her husband's place and managed to go to war. The name of the fanfic is thanks to her Mentor: Aphrodite (specifically Aphrodite Areia)

In my original drafts, Hera was originally replacing Zeus, but I didn't want this to feel like a "we have Warrior!Penelope at Home" AU.

Our role swaps are

Odysseus - Penelope

Athena - Aphrodite (Areia)

Eurylochus - Ctimene

Polites - Helen of Sparta (I'm so sorry...)

Poseidon - Amphitrite

I'd like to appreciate a few people!

Thank you, @protagaster Aka Aster, for making my favorite version of the Warrior!Penelope AU. You're an amazing friend and have always supported my projects, and I will continue to do the same for you!

Thank you, @somereaderinblue Aka Blue for being such an awesome person! You've helped me improve my writing so much and I'm so lucky to be your friend. (I also gotta thank you for helping improve/Analyse my designs I had made for the original WOTH designs I'd made!)

Thanks @literallylink--who-tf-is-ravioli for being the chaotic push I needed to make this

I hope you enjoyed this!

[yescallmejosey]

something something being blessed by greeks gods

Decided to make an entire au based on the many different takes of the gods blessing different characters. By the way this is just me throwing ideas so it might be a bit...ooc.

Also this is going to be a long post so bear with me

PENELOPE

Ever since the Troyan war, Hera has made sure that Penelope's mental state does not deteriorate. She has blessed the woman with dreams of her husband, dreams of hope and reuniting him with her once again. On nights where Penelope cant sleep, Hera offers her the comfort of drowsiness and dreamless sleep. There are times in which Penelope cannot move or get out of bed or moments in which she can only look at the horizon, hoping that in the distance Odysseus's boat would become visible. And in those moments Hera speaks words in Telemachus's ears disguised as his own thoughts. They tell him to check on his mother and comfort her if that is what she needs.

But when the suitors came, Hera knew things would be so different. So she whispered words in Penelope's dreams with the voice of her husband, telling her to set The Challenge up in case of emergency. She couldnt help but to be proud of Penelope when she came up with the idea of tricking the men with her weaving.

She does small actions, hiding the weapons of the suitors in corners of the castle so they cannot reach them and taunt Telemachus. She floods the gardens with peacocks that bite the suitor's ankles and mess up their feasts. She grants Penelope swift thinking and steps when she does not want the suitors to be near her, or shuts doors on their faces.

There is not much Hera can do, not much that makes her husband realize she is favoring Penelope at least. She wishes she could reveal herself to the queen of Ithaca, offer her comfort and reassure her that her husband lives and that he is trying to get back home to her, but she cannot.

Penelope is the queen of Ithaca, loyal to her husband until her death. Hera is the queen of the gods, loyal to her husband for all eternity.

In a way, they are the same.

Except she can help Penelope to get the happy ending she always deserved

CTIMENE

I would be lying if I said i wasnt torn between making Hephaestus or Ares as Ctimene's partron gods. The truth is that they both fit.

Ares would understand the rage in Ctimene's heart, the jelousy that fills her mind. He is also the shadow of his sister, of Zeus's favorite child. He would teach Ctimene how to control her anger through fighting, the spear that collected dust could now have a purpose. She would leave behind her vases, never touching clay again before becoming a guard for the king of the Same.

Murder and bloodshed would be her first choice

Ruthlessness will not get her heart broken

Hephaestus would also understand her bitterness. The gods of Olympus treat him as something less than them just because he did not held beauty or because of his missing leg. He was disabled, but that did not mean he was useless. Creativity is his weapon, his out of the scarring feelings he held. He would reach to Ctimene to show her that her vases could be something wonderful, that she could do so much more. Learning about weapons and their weaknesses, learning how to make a rope dart with the magnents that the Seme gathered.

Her rage would be tamed by the abilities of her mind.

EURYLOCHUS

Eurylochus cares for those he loves and will fight for them if needed. We know he cares for the crew, their well being always being first for him. We know Aphrodite has a war side, Aphrodite Areia and that she is just as ruthless as a warrior to protect those she loves.

He would be her chosen one, and she bless him in so many different ways. The rush of adrenaline he feels when he thinks about Ctimene in the battle, the anger of the betrayal after Scylla.

His love for Ctimene fuels Aphrodite's caring nature, reminding her of her and her godly lover. Eurylohus and Ctimene are what Ares and Aphrodite could never be, happily married. The Olympians would frown upon that.

So she guides him, protects him as much as she can. Though her blessings sometimes are beyond needed. The art of seduction on a very a awkward does not turn out well and neither does the urges of the goddess to make him trick others in acts of lust.

Although

She is a good sex therapist and she does offer him good stamina when he and Ctimene have sex

I think I might write about that if you guys are interested

[lisalamona]

𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 - I

Chapter I: The Horse And The Infant

. Summary: Despite your brother's insistence, you stubbornly decided to join him and his men in the war. Now, are you prepared to face the consequences of your actions? . Pairing: Various x Fem! Reader (platonic) . Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, death, trauma, and other sensitive content. . Notes: I'm starting to upload this story here on tumblr, I am really sorry for clogging the tags.

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Ten years. Ten years of fighting and barely surviving, only for it all to be ruined by some stupid wooden horse. "It'll never work!" "They'll burn it first!" "By far the stupidest-"

Exclamations and murmurs erupted around you at the captain's proposal, the voices of roughly six hundred men booming with disbelief and anger.

"Enough." Odysseus's attempt to regain control fell on deaf ears, seeming only to make the men talk louder. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, exhaustion practically radiating off him, with dark bags shadowing his eyes like bruises from sleepless nights.

"Brother." You placed a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. Despite years of learning to keep his guard up, he still jumped slightly, startled.

"Yes?" He turned to you, focusing intently, his voice tired and strained from days of argument and tension.

"Is it really true that Athena told you this?" You glanced at him, uncertain and weary of the plan. Were the Trojans really so gullible as to believe that a wooden horse big enough to hold thirty soldiers was a peace offering? And was your brother really so bold to think that just thirty of you could hold off the whole city of Troy, even if only until the rest of the soldiers arrived?

He nodded. "Every single detail. Believe me, I didn't think it would work either, but—"

"I believe you." He took the hand still resting on his shoulder and gave it a small squeeze, leaning his head toward it in appreciation.

"Thank you." He looked at you, clearly grateful that at least one person was on his side. "But you don't count. You're my sister."

You rolled your eyes, playfully pushing him away, and you both chuckled despite the tension.

But the moment of peace was short-lived. Around you, men were beginning to shove each other, voices rising into angry arguments, some even leveling threats.

"Captain!" Both you and your brother turned to see Polites pushing through the crowd, struggling to make his way to you. He was a young man you'd come to consider a close friend after all these years of war. "I tried to calm them down, but they won't listen!"

"You need to do something," came another voice, sharp with urgency. Eurylochus was close behind Polites, giving you a brief nod in acknowledgment before returning to the matter at hand. "Captain, this is getting out of hand," he added, voice stern.

You glanced around at the men, watching as tempers flared and fists clenched. Ignoring your brother's warning look, you grabbed one of the chairs from the table he'd been using to explain the plan. Using it as a platform, you propelled yourself on top of it and brought your foot down as hard as you could. The booming sound echoed through the tent, a noise loud enough that you half expected they'd hear it from Troy.

"ENOUGH!"

All heads turned toward you, the crowd freezing, save for an awkward cough echoing from somewhere near the back.

"Would you all like to shut up for five minutes?" You took a breath to compose yourself. "Your captain was saying something."

The men turned toward Odysseus, who let out an exasperated sigh. "Thank you, [Name]. You can get down from the table now."

You shot him a mockingly sweet smile as Eurylochus reached up to help you down.

"Did I do good?" you asked with a grin.

"You did great," he replied, sounding almost relieved.

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Hours passed, hours that felt like days. The only thing keeping you awake were the occasional screams of joy from the people outside.

Eventually, all noise subsided. It seemed that night had fallen, and the Trojans had gone to sleep—most of them, at least.

Odysseus stood up as quietly as he could, avoiding the trap door below. "Alright, everybody, listen closely," he whispered, his voice barely carrying in the cramped space. No one knew exactly what might be waiting for them outside. "Tonight, we make the Trojans pay. Ten years of this cursed war... They've been chipping away at us, grinding us down slowly."

He looked around at the faces surrounding him, men who had once been young and filled with hope, now weary and weathered by battle. Some clutched their swords with white knuckles, while others cast brief glances to each other, finding strength in their shared purpose. The weight of those lost years was written in their eyes, etched in lines on their faces.

"Think of your wives and your children, they're out there wondering where you have been. They're lives keep going and yet you're still here. If you do as I say you'll see them again. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir!" Even in your relatively quiet voice, you held a tone of unwavering resolve.

Odysseus turned to the group, his gaze intense and commanding as he laid out the plan one last time. "Diomedes will lead the charge. Agamemnon, you're on the guards. Menelaus, open the gates and let the rest of our men in to take over the city. Teucer, you'll cover us, shoot down any ambush. Little Ajax, you stay back." He paused, looking each man in the eye, emphasizing his trust — and the weight of their roles.

"[Name] and Nestor," he continued, "your job is to find Helen and make sure she stays safe."

"But—"

"I'm not done talking," he cut you off, his tone firm. "We won't argue about this right now. It's enough that I allowed you to come."

"Yes, sir." You held back, swallowing your frustration. Though you weren't pleased with your brother's decision, you knew it wouldn't help to challenge him now.

Beside you, the older man, Nestor, gave you a sympathetic glance. His hair was streaked with gray, age softening his once-dark features. Despite his years, he could still hold his own in battle — though Odysseus clearly wanted someone experienced and careful watching over you. The thought irked you. You wanted to prove yourself, to show that you were just as capable as your brother. But you also knew that openly defying him wouldn't win that trust.

Odysseus turned his attention back to the group. "And lastly, Neoptolemus, avenge your father. Kill Hector's brothers."

He scanned each of you with a final, resolute look. "We'll move soon. Stay alert. When I give the signal, don't hesitate."

"Yes, sir!"

"Dig deep now," he continued, his voice low and commanding. "Find that inner strength. Tap into your pride. Push through the pain. And ask yourself: What do you live for? What do you fight for?"

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"I just don't understand why he wouldn't let me actually fight." You and Nestor had managed to sneak into the palace undetected. A young servant had revealed Helen's exact location with little hesitation after seeing your drawn swords.

"You are fighting," Nestor replied calmly.

"Fighting what, exactly? This zone is completely isolated!" You gestured around the empty hall, emphasizing your frustration. Everyone in the palace had either fled in panic or joined the battle raging outside. "Now I'm stuck on a rescue mission with you. Not that there's anything wrong with you, but you're... you know..."

"Old?" Nestor raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"...Yes," you admitted.

He chuckled. "Fighting isn't just about swinging your sword around. You do understand that, don't you?"

"Yeah, yeah. That doesn't stop Odysseus from being a—"

"Hey!" A voice shouted from behind you. Both of you turned to see a Trojan guard. Though most of his face was obscured by his helmet, his anger was palpable.

"Looks like you'll get your fight after all." You let out a small, triumphant "Yes!" and drew your sword, settling into your stance.

The soldier drew his sword and started forward, his walk turning into a sprint. He didn't care that he was outnumbered—all he saw was red. You tightened your grip on your own blade, feeling your heartbeat thunder in your chest as adrenaline surged through you. And then—

...

An arrow whistled through the hallway window, striking him in the neck. He dropped instantly, collapsing to the ground in a lifeless heap. His momentum was halted as abruptly as his final breath.

"What?"

You and Nestor approached the window, peering out to spot Teucer on a nearby balcony. He grinned at you, his fingers deftly notching another arrow, already aimed at his next target.

You groaned, muttering a silent curse, which only made Nestor chuckle at your misery.

"We should get moving before things get any worse down there," he said.

The words made you glance down at the wreckage below. Troy was in ruins—homes consumed by flames, people fleeing in desperation, and bodies scattered everywhere, too many to count. Even though you'd known the cost when you signed up for the war, a pang of guilt twisted in your gut at the sight of so many innocent lives lost that night.

You sighed, your voice bitter. "I doubt it can get much worse."

"Never say that. You never know what could happen." His voice was firm, yet a touch of urgency lingered in his tone as he guided you away from the window. With a steady hand on your shoulder, he led you onward, the path tightening as you neared the place where Helen was supposedly being held.

As you approached the room, you noticed two men sprawled on the ground, a pool of dark red liquid seeping from their lifeless bodies. They were definitely dead. You exchanged a tense glance with Nestor before carefully stepping around the bodies, doing your best to avoid the sticky crimson trails that marked the floor. Together, you crept toward the door, steeling yourselves as you slowly pushed it open.

The room seemed spotless, unnaturally so—far too clean and orderly, as if no one had ever lived here. The bed was pristine, untouched, with not a single wrinkle to suggest anyone had even sat on it. The shelves were bare, devoid of trinkets or personal effects. In fact, there wasn't a soul in sight.

"Huh," you muttered. "See? This is why I said we should ask more than one perso—"

Your words were cut short as something heavy and ceramic smashed into your helmet, breaking into shards and sending you stumbling back, ears ringing. Nestor instantly drew his sword, the blade flashing as he braced for an attack, eyes darting around for the ambusher.

Shaking off the dizziness, you steadied yourself, blinking to clear your vision. Standing before you was a tall, blonde woman, her gaze sharp and unyielding, clutching another urn in her hands, poised to throw it again if you made a wrong move.

"Hey, hey!" You raised your hands slowly, keeping your voice low and steady, as though calming a feral animal. "We're here to help you—"

She shifted her weight, winding up for another throw, eyes narrowing.

"We come from Greece. We're here to get you home."

For a tense moment, her fierce gaze softened just slightly, though her grip on the urn didn't waver. Her eyes darted toward Nestor, clearly sizing him up.

"Drop your sword," she commanded.

With a wary glance in your direction, Nestor hesitated before lowering his weapon, his muscles tense, ready for anything.

"You're Helen, right?" you asked gently. She nodded, weariness and distrust shadowing her face as she held back any words.

"I'm [Name], and this is Nestor," you continued. "We need you to come with us so we can get you out of here." Your voice was soft, soothing, and you could see her shoulders relax, if only slightly. She nodded, a glimmer of hope breaking through her guarded expression.

"We won't hurt you. I promise," you assured her. Then, noticing the urn she clutched so tightly, you added, "You uh– you can bring the urn with you, if it makes you feel safe."

Helen gave you a small, grateful smile, a gesture that held more weight than words ever could.

The three of you moved swiftly through the palace halls, carefully distancing yourselves from the bloodshed and chaos unfolding outside. You kept to the shadows, ensuring no one would spot you sneaking her away. It was not just about hiding her from prying eyes—it was about sparing her from the weight of war, shielding her from the crushing burden of its cruelty.

Once you reached the bottom floor, the stench of blood and scorched flesh hit you like a wave. Screams of terror mingled with the guttural war cries of your comrades, a cacophony that filled the air with raw, frantic energy. You were so close to the battle now that you could almost feel the clash of steel and the heat of the flames licking at your skin.

Nestor, ever the protector, guided Helen carefully through the chaos, urging her to avert her eyes from the carnage around her. Instead, he directed her gaze toward the outer wall of the palace, acting as a shield from the violence. You were right behind them, moving swiftly yet deliberately, every step calculated to keep you unseen, just in case the tide of battle turned in an instant.

From the corner of your eye, you caught sight of your brother. He seemed to be holding his own, knocking a soldier to the ground and plunging his sword into his chest. But then you saw it—the glint of another soldier creeping up behind him, blade raised. Without a second thought, you dashed forward, ignoring Nestor's shouted warning. Your hand was already on the soldier's throat, pulling him away, before you drove your own blade through him, ending his life in one swift motion.

The heat of battle surged through your veins as you stood protectively by your brother's side, heart pounding.

He turned to you, his face caught somewhere between pride and frustration. "Why did you do that? I could handle him."

Adrenaline still surged through your veins, your hands trembling as you struggled to catch your breath. "I gave you strict orders to stay out of harm's way."

"But you're my brother! You think I could just stand by and do nothing?"

"Right now, I'm your captain," he snapped, his tone sharp but cracking slightly. "You wanted to play, so play by the rules."

"And what, let you die in front of me?" Your voice was thick with anger and fear, words spilling out before you could stop them. He let out a long sigh, and the hardness in his eyes softened.

"Thank you." His voice was low, and the weight behind it made it feel genuine.

"Where's Helen?" he asked, already moving purposefully toward an unknown destination. He motioned for you to follow.

"She's with Nestor." You glanced back in the direction you'd come from, searching for them. They were nearly halfway along the path. "They're almost there."

"Good."

"And where are we headed?" you asked as the two of you began to climb a steep stone staircase, spiraling up the tower.

"We need to make sure that no body's left in here."

As you both reached the top of the stairs, an icy wave washed over you, seizing your breath and making you shiver. The hairs on your arms and the back of your neck rose as your heart pounded, faster than it had all night. Instinctively, you squeezed your eyes shut and raised your arms, bracing yourself against the oncoming figure that had lunged at you without warning. But the blow never landed.

You opened your eyes, but the hallway before you was empty, lined with tall windows on one side, dimly reflecting your tense, wide-eyed expression. You turned to your brother, searching his face for any sign that what you'd just felt wasn't a trick of the mind. His expression mirrored your own: pale, unsettled.

"Who... was that?"

An eagle screeched, its call slicing through the silence as it landed on the nearest window sill. Behind it, lightning split the sky, though not a drop of rain had fallen. Its piercing gaze settled on you and your brother, unnervingly focused and unwavering. Despite being just a bird, it exuded a presence that filled the room—a silent authority that commanded attention. You didn't need to study it to know exactly who it was.

"A vision of what cannot be avoided; it can only be faced here and now."

"What do you mean?" You turned to fully face it, anxiety flickering with a reluctant curiosity.

The eagle's gaze lingered on you, heavy and unreadable, like a storm about to break. "I don't think you're ready," he said, his voice low, every word sharp. "A mission to kill someone's son, a foe who won't run—this enemy is unlike anyone you've faced before."

"Say no more, we're ready." Your brother's voice was firm as he stepped toward the door at the far end of the hallway. Without a moment's hesitation, you fell into step behind him, your resolve matching his. The eagle, ever watchful, soared next you two, its wings slicing through the air outside the palace as it followed your every move.

Odysseus gripped the handles of the door with all his strength, mentally bracing himself for whatever awaited him on the other side. You, too, clenched the hilt of your sword with equal resolve, your knuckles white, a silent promise to face whatever came next.

"I don't think you're ready," the voice echoed, repeating its warning from before.

He finally burst through the doors, the force of his entry sending a powerful gust that dissolved the eagle in an instant, vanishing as if it were nothing more than smoke in the wind.

In the room, there was nothing more than a crib, with toys scattered haphazardly around the floor. It was a miracle no one had entered this room earlier.

"It's just a boy. What sort of imminent threat could he possibly pose?" your brother murmured, his voice softening, as did your stance. There was no immediate danger there.

You approached the crib slowly, cautiously—taking care not to startle the child inside.

Through the single window, clouds swirled and shifted, forming the vague silhouette of the King of the Gods himself. His voice, deep and commanding, filled the room as if he were standing right there with you. "This is the son of Troy's prince Hector. Know that he will grow not just to a man, but to an avenger. One consumed by rage, as time itself consumes him. If you do not end him now, there will be no one left to save. Say goodbye to everything you hold dear."

Finally, you reached the crib and peered inside. It was just a small infant, his eyes still closed, sleeping peacefully—blissfully unaware of the storm that loomed beyond those four walls.

"I could raise him as my own." Your brother was quick to offer a solution, but the god was quicker with a retort, sparking a back-and-forth that left no room for doubt: Odysseus didn't want to face the consequences of what the god was implying.

"He will burn your house and throne."

"I could send him far away from home."

"He'll find you wherever you go."

"We'll make sure his past is never known."

"The gods will make it known."

"I'm begging you, please! Please don't make me do this!" Odysseus' voice broke, desperation rising in him as his last options bled dry. There was only one choice left, and he knew it, and you knew it.

The god's final words rang through the air, cold and unyielding. "The blood on your hands is something you won't lose. All you can choose is whose."